Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 148 A Pound of Poison

"Ayi wants to listen to brother one clearly, eat and sleep obediently, okay?"

Jiang Zhiyi nodded obediently, and finally had the air of a little man.

At this moment, Qingyi knocked on the door and poked his head in. He was relieved to see that there were only Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Zhiyi in the room.

Seeing that he had something to say, Su Yuanyuan just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Unexpectedly, he smiled and took out a silver dagger from his bosom, along with a bunch of bottles and cans.

Su Yuanyuan was stunned, and took the small dagger. The dagger was only bigger than her palm, but it was exquisite and dexterous in the hand, and it was good for self-defense.

She turned her eyes to the pile of bottles and jars, each of which was pasted with red paper, which said in black, "Biechangsan, five-step fall, sweat medicine, crane top red..."

She just went to the mountains, not to the battlefield, so don't worry about it.

But Qingyi was not at ease, and insisted on letting Su Yuanyuan take these with him, he said it was just in case.

So when Su Yuanyuan got into the carriage with a pack of bottles and cans on the second day, Jiang Wenzheng couldn't help asking her, "What are you bringing?"

Su Yuanyuan scratched her head in embarrassment, it's hard to say that she brought a catty of poison, right?
She bent down and walked in, while Jiang Wenzheng protected her head from being touched.

The carriage was not big, only less than 1.5 meters wide, and the two adults sat tightly in it.

She was sitting next to Jiang Wenzheng, but as soon as she sat down, she bumped into something.

"Ai?"

She moved her buttocks to touch it, but Jiang Wenzheng's big hand grabbed her little paw as soon as it touched it.

Su Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes suspiciously, but Jiang Wenzheng looked at her without changing his expression, "Self-defense."

She didn't suspect anything else, after all, the thing felt like it.

She can carry a catty of poison for self-defense, why not let someone carry one?
This time I went to Jiangxuan and followed him. Jiang Wenzheng explained that his legs and feet are not convenient, and there must be someone who knows kung fu to drive the carriage.

Jiang Xuan was wearing a riding uniform and a dark blue forehead was tied on his head. He smiled and showed a row of big white teeth.

With a flick of his whip, the carriage slowly drove away from the alley.

When he arrived in Dongshi, Wen Shaoru had been waiting there early, with a small bundle in his arms, and when he saw the rickety carriage appearing, he happily shook his arms and rushed towards Jiang who was driving the carriage. Xuan, I'm afraid he won't see it.

Jiang Xuan heard clearly yesterday that there was a scholar haunting Su Yuanyuan lingeringly, and when he met him, he gave a soft snort of disdain when he saw his arm that was about to break.

His sister-in-law is as beautiful as a flower and beautiful as jade, what kind of person is this person, how dare he miss his sister-in-law?

Only his elder brother Jiang Wenzheng is worthy of someone like sister-in-law.

Recalling his brother's arrogant and unruly appearance when he was young, I don't know how many streets he has left this poor scholar.

Jiang Wenzheng, who was sitting in the carriage, sneezed suddenly, Su Yuanyuan glanced at him worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wenzheng rubbed his nose, "Maybe I caught a cold last night, it's fine."

Su Yuanyuan stretched out her hand to feel the temperature on his forehead with the back of her hand, but luckily it wasn't hot.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Wen Shaoru stepped on the wooden board in front with one foot, and poked his head in.

"Su..."

But the first time he saw Su Yuanyuan put his hand on Jiang Wenzheng's forehead, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Su Yuanyuan is a little embarrassed, some actions can be done secretly by the husband and wife, and when no one is around, she will call her husband and husband to act like a baby, but she always has to restrain herself in front of outsiders, and it is always uncomfortable to be seen by others. comfortable.

Wen Shaoru frowned, and looked at Su Yuanyuan's slender hand on Jiang Wenzheng's forehead.

Jiang Wenzheng didn't feel any embarrassment, but proudly raised his eyebrows at Wen Shaoru, provocatively.

He leaned his back to the wooden board behind, pinched Su Yuanyuan's wrist with one hand, and naturally put her small hand on his thigh, while the other hand passed through the back of Su Yuanyuan's neck, wrapping around her shoulder Press into his arms.

Su Yuanyuan let him in a daze, but in the eyes of others, she was lying on Jiang Wenzheng's chest delicately, charming and enchanting.

Wen Shaoru pursed his lips tightly, looked at Jiang Wenzheng angrily, and wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't find an excuse.

"Sorry, there's no room."

Jiang Wenzheng's voice was deep but cold.

Those eyes just stared directly at Wen Shaoru, but their eyes were full of frost.

Wen Shaoru looked at Su Yuanyuan, and Su Yuanyuan smiled at him awkwardly. This small carriage is only 1.5 meters, and the two of them are tightly packed. If another big man is pushed in, will they still be next to each other?
"Wenzheng's legs and feet are inconvenient, I've wronged you."

She looked at Wen Shaoru apologetically, she might need his help on the road ahead, and Su Yuanyuan felt a little sorry for not even having a seat now.

But when he turned his gaze to Su Yuanyuan, he put away that expression of bitterness and hatred, and put on a gentle smile instead.

"It's okay, Miss Su."

There was no place inside, so he could only sit outside with Jiang Xuan and drive the carriage. Wen Shaoru felt uncomfortable at the thought of sitting with that rude young man.

But before he let go of the curtain, he heard Jiang Wenzheng's serious voice.

"There are relationships."

Ok?
Su Yuanyuan suddenly raised her head to look at Jiang Wenzheng. There was always a slight smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was false no matter how you looked at it.

Wen Shaoru now has a headache when he hears Su Yuanyuan, a cripple, open his mouth. He occupies his seat and doesn't talk about it.

"what is the relationship?"

"You see my wife calls Miss Su in every sentence, and you also know that she has already married me as a wife. If you really respect her, you should call her Mrs. Jiang."

"you!"

Wen Shaoru wanted to refute, but he was unwilling from the bottom of his heart, he just didn't want to admit that Su Yuanyuan married such a person, so he called her Miss Su. At this moment, his petty thinking was exposed, and he was very angry for a while , He wanted to argue with Jiang Wenzheng, but when he met Jiang Wenzheng's cold beast-like eyes, his back felt chills, and his rebuttal was stuck in his chest, and he didn't dare to say it.

Jiang Xuan, who was outside the curtain, laughed lightly after hearing this, playing with the little riding whip in his hand and swirling it in the air.

"What are you, my sister-in-law has been married to my eldest brother for many years. You can't just call her a girl when you see her young and beautiful. Are you deliberately teasing her or what?"

He grew up with Jiang Wenzheng since he was a child, and later he went hunting with a group of rough men in Mount Fushan. He opened his mouth to speak frivolously, and he didn't feel awkward at all.

But Wen Shaoru, a scholar who has been in books since he was a child, was different. His face flushed instantly, and he retorted subconsciously, without noticing that his voice suddenly raised his voice, "I didn't!"

(End of this chapter)